8 comments/ 16320 views/ 12 favorites Elaine's Surrender By: secretsub1990 Okay first time attempt at BDSM, no i dont have an editor at the moment, yes i know i need one. I am a closet sub, i have never had a master, so if some of it seems out of touch with reality, i can understand that. This is in my head, my fantasies, and it is graphic, and violent and what many might consider cruel at times. If this is not the story for you, please dont continue. Thanks! I was awake, standing by the phone, waiting for it to ring hoping he'd call today. I was so focused on it, my heart fluttering, so nervous about what I was going to say, I jumped when it actually rang. 8:30 AM, as always. I picked it up, my stomach actually cramping I was so scared. "Hello?" I said, my voice tentative, almost a whisper. "Hello Elaine." His voice was sure, deep and sent a shiver through me. "Hello." I said back. He was silent for a moment, waiting for me to say something that I refused to say today. "Just hello Elaine?" He asked, his voice slowly becoming deeper. "Yes. Just hello. I quit. I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I'm sorry." I said the words fast, scared of how he would react. This man had been my master for over a month, calling me whenever he felt like it, making me do embarrassing and humiliating things that my body just craved more and more of. I couldn't do it anymore because I was terrified of myself and of him. I couldn't tell him that though. "You quit? What do you mean you quit?" His voice was careful, controlled, and scary as hell. "I mean I quit. I don't want to be your slave anymore. I just...I don't think I'm ready for this, I thought I was, but I'm not. I'm sorry for leading you on." He laughed, a sharp burst that surprised me, "You are very ready Elaine, more ready than you care to admit. Your just running because you're scared of yourself. Scared of how much you love it." I squared my shoulders, though he couldn't see me, and took a deep breath. "No Arnold, I'm done. End of story." He didn't laugh now, "You don't tell me what to do slave, you never tell me what to do. I am in control here and it isn't done until I say it is." I closed my eyes, "I'm sorry I made you think I was something I'm not. I hope you can find someone to replace me, it shouldn't be hard. Goodbye Arnold." He was angry, I knew, but the rage in his voice surprised even me. "Do not hang up that phone Elaine, you will not like what happens." I sighed, "I'm not your bitch to control anymore Arnold, just leave me alone, and find someone else. It's not like we're that attached to each other anyway, I could be any slave, any body and you'd be satisfied. So just go find another one." I hung up before he could say anything else, my body cold to the core. I had never hung up on him, never told him no. Whether it was letting him tie me up and beat me until I bled, letting random people fuck me in the dressing room at the mall, or groveling at his feet like a damn dog, I never said no. More importantly I would never hang up on him. I was scared down to my toes. I got ready for work, trying to act like maybe he really would leave me alone. I knew better, he wasn't one to lose, or to give up something he considered his, but I told myself he would anyway. I went to the small law firm I was a secretary at, sitting behind my desk and tried to lose myself in my work. I lived in a small town, and there really wasn't that much people needed lawyers for. By lunch time I was done with what I needed to do and I was just staring, lost in my own thoughts when my boss came out of his office. "Elaine," He said and I jumped, startled. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you," He said with a chuckle and I smiled back, "Sorry I guess I'm a little jumpy today." He nodded, "Its fine. Look Elaine, were having to cut back hours ,we are so dead around here. Would you mind taking the rest of the day off? I promise it won't happen too often, but I see your already done and all." I swallowed my pulse at the thought of leaving early, and Arnold finding me but I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes Mr. Havers, that's fine I understand." He smiled goodheartedly and patted my shoulder, "Thanks Elaine. Have a great day." I smiled and wished him one to before gathering my things. I took my time going out to my car, not really wanting to be somewhere he might be able to find me. I gasped though as I walked out into the parking lot, seeing that my tires were flat, and there was a note taped to my windshield. I cautiously walked up to my little red Miata and took the note, nearly crying when I saw Master's handwriting. Arnold, I corrected in my head, wanting to get out of the habit of calling him Master. The note was written in elegant script, professional as always. "Don't make me do anything else that I will regret Elaine. Come to my estate when you get off, take a cab, ill pay the fare. Don't make me have to come find you." There was no signature, but then again I really didn't need one to know who it was. I refused to let my fear get the best of me and straightened, smoothing my not ruffled skirt as I pulled out my cell phone. I was dialing the number for a taxi to take me home when I heard a car pull up behind me. "Ms. Jenkins." James's voice called. My heart skipped a beat as memories of what Arnold had made me do with this man flash through my head, making me suppress a shiver of pleasure. I turned slowly, "James." I said, and he smiled an amused smile, "Would you like a ride Ms. Jenkins?" I knew this man was Arnold's eyes and ears, so no doubt he was listening as I said, "No James, thanks though." James's smile slowly vanished, "Are we not going to the same place Ms. Jenkins?" It was a trap, that was obvious to anyone, but I answered anyway. "No James, were not." James sat up a little straighter, his face no longer friendly as he nodded, "I see, and you are sure about that Ms. Jenkins?" I forced my heart to calm as I looked into his green eyes I remembered so well and nodded, "I'm positive." He didn't say another word, just rolled up his tinted window and drove away, the black Lincoln disappearing around the corner behind my office. I got a taxi back to my house, relieved when there was no note, and nothing seemed to be wrong. I called and got a price quote on new tires, since mine were gone. I sighed at the number but agreed, telling the car place that I would grab a cab and come get them soon. A knock at my door had my heart racing, scared, and I smiled a grateful smile when a post man stood smiling at me. "Hi Ms. Jenkins! Can you sign for this?" He was holding a medium sized box I knew I didn't order and I sighed wearily, signing for it, no need to cause trouble in this man's day. I was closing the door when his hand wrapped around my wrist tightly. I looked up in alarm and he smiled a sadistic smile, "Make sure you know what you're doing Elaine. Wouldn't want to see anything happen to you." I yanked my wrist away from him, slamming the door hard in his face. There was no marking, no to address or return address, I should have known the man was Arnold's. I carefully opened the wrapping, not sure what to expect. A note fluttered to my lap and I looked at the beautiful shimmering blue dress in the box. I knew it'd be my size, I knew it would fit perfectly and I backed away from it like it was the plague. I picked up the note, once again in Masters...Arnold's handwriting and read it slowly. "Look under the dress Elaine. Do yourself a favor, put on the dress, come to me of your own accord, and I won't have to hurt you...anymore than you want me to. " I threw the note down, and slowly and carefully picked up the dress. I gasped the sound sticking in my throat as picture after picture tumbled out of the box. Me, naked, my face to the camera, tears streaked on my cheeks but my eyes rolled back in pleasure as Arnold shoved into my ass. Me and James, me sucking the leather whip, me on my knees as Arnold whipped my back and thighs until blood showed. Dozens and dozens of pictures fell to the floor, along with at least 5 discs I refused to even look at. The phone rang, making me yelp in surprise. I answered without looking, which said a lot to my mood, "What?" I said into the receiver and Arnold's deep chuckle came across the line. "What's the matter Elaine? Not having a good day?" His tone was mocking, and it made me angry. The anger felt good, it was better than fear and I used it without thinking. "Leave me the hell alone Arnold, why are you doing this?" His voice had dropped an octave when he answered, " You know, I'm getting really tired of hearing my name on your lips." I smiled though he couldn't see it, "What name Arnold? Your name? Arnold? Arnold. Arnollld. That name?" I heard his breathing quicken in anger for a moment before he got a hold of himself. "Why am I doing this Elaine? Because you don't just stop being a slave. When you get a master, it's for life, not for a month, not for a week. I choose you because I wanted to keep you. You choose me because you wanted me to dominate you, your life, not just for a while but for good, and we both know it. I have access to your bank accounts, to your student loans, to your car payment, to your rent allotment. How far does this have to go Elaine?" Tears fell down my cheeks as I realized this man truly did own me, in every sense of the word. I hated that, and most of all I hated how content my body felt at this realization. "What do I have to do to get you to let me go?" I asked cautiously and he paused, not expecting that answer. "Say it to my face. If you really want me out of your life for good, come here, and say it to my face. Wear the pretty blue dress and those wonderful spiked heels, doll yourself up so I know what I'm letting go, and say it to my face." I knew how bad of an idea it was, I knew it even though my body yearned to touch his, "What if I don't?" He laughed, "Then I'll ruin your life until I'm all you have left." I took a deep breath, knowing his threat was real. "What time?" I asked next, my voice hardly a whisper, "7, don't be late Elaine." I caught myself before I said yes master, and just hung up on him, again. I looked at the beautiful blue dress and sighed, I didn't see this going the way I planned. Chapter 2 I arrived at the sprawling estate located on its hundreds of acres of land and paused at the door. I waited until 7:10, being bold and stupid in my fear and anger and knocked on the door. James opened it, a wide smile on his face. He slowly raked my body with that glowing green gaze before stepping aside, "Welcome Ms. Jenkins." He said and I nodded to him mutely as I walked in front of him, boldly giving him my back. "The Master is waiting for you in his room." James said from behind me, slowly running a big hand down my back. I jerked away from him and he laughed, gesturing with his arm for me to go up the grand staircase. "I don't want to meet him in his room. I want him to come here, where we are not so alone, so I can just get this over with and get my life back." James laughed again, this time deeper, more sexual and a shiver chased down my spine before I could stop it. "You wish to summon your master slave? I don't see that working out in your favor." I straightened my shoulders and looked him in the eyes, "Arnold, his name is Arnold, he is not my master anymore than I am his slave. Not anymore. I quit, remember." James reached out, sliding cool fingers down the side of my face, trailing them to my neck. "I remember Elaine. Let's see you make that speech in front of him." He pulled his hand back as I reached to remove it and chuckled, pressing the buzzer on the wall by the door. "Master?" He said, looking me in the eye, smiling a sadistic smile. "Yes James?" Arnold's deep voice, so close even in the little box made me jump. "Your little slave says she wants you down here sir, to...get this over with, without being in private." His tone was mocking but I refused to back down, I just wanted to make my peace and leave. I refused to go somewhere where he could have the advantage anymore than he already did. Number one rule when dealing with people you don't want to be around, never let them take you somewhere else, that just means they're going to hurt or kill you slower. After a moment of silence Arnold responded, voice thick with unleashed anger, "As the lady wishes James. Make her comfortable in the living room." James smiled, moving back to me and holding out one of his big hands, "Shall we?" I ignored his hand and walked past him to the grand living room with its multiple couches. I picked the one in the corner, farthest from the one Arnold usually sat in and closest to the door. I heard him coming down the stairs and had to fight not to close my eyes. Looking at him always undid me, that's why he wanted me to come to him face to face. He was literally the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, and he radiated dominance. To deny him was to hurt, you knew it as soon as you looked at him. He knew it, I knew it, and I had a war with my body to look away as he walked into the living room. Master was 6'5, a good 300 pounds, and to my dismay almost purely muscle. I think the only fat he had was under his chin, and even that was just enough to be cute. He had a finely sculpted face, harsh features and full lips, the lower one fuller, meant for kissing and being kissed. He wore an Armani suit, perfectly tailored to fit his lean body. I looked at his stomach, knowing the 6 pack of abs that were there. At his arms, that bunched and bulged with effort, that looked amazing when he held me down. Lastly I found his face, refusing to drop my gaze below his waist. His dark blue eyes had fire in them tonight, he loved my rebellion, my fire, my fight. Tonight however was different, I always fought because I had to, I had to much pride not to, and he took so much pride when he broke me. Tonight, I meant it. Tonight I did not intend to break, did not want to break, and I think that made it even better. Tonight the fight was true. I dropped my gaze to somewhere over his left shoulder, I couldn't look in his eyes and think clearly. He smiled, his white teeth gleaming, his canines sharper than any man I had met. Sharp enough that with just a bit of pressure, just the underside of real pain, he could break skin. Many times we had made love with my blood on our skin. Vampire? No, amazingly kinky? Completely. Arnold sat down where I knew he would and made himself comfortable, propping his legs up on the coffee table in front of his couch. He watched me watching the wall, an amused smirk on his face. He knew he was gorgeous, he knew I couldn't resist him, and he knew how much my refusal cut me deeper then it would ever cut him. He didn't speak, didn't have to, and after a few minutes I finally sighed and looked at his face. He raised an eyebrow sarcastically, clearly inviting me to speak first. Taking a deep breath I forced myself not to react to the fire in his eyes that always had me falling to my knees before him. "I meant what I said Arnold." His face smoothed instantly, a perfect mask of nothingness and I knew he was angry. He really hated that I called him by his name. Leaning forward he scratched his chin, mocking me as I knew he would, "And tell me Elaine, what was that again?" His voice was so deep I nearly groaned, so close yet so far away. I literally had to shake my head to clear the fog of lust he always inspired. "I don't want to be your slave anymore." I said, my voice quiet. He made a motion with his hand, pretending he didn't hear me and I rolled my eyes, and said louder, "I don't want to be your slave anymore. I want you to give up all the access you have to my accounts and my life, and find another slave." He leaned back, "Ah that's what I thought you said." I waited, and he waited, and I was unsure what exactly we were waiting for. I stood abruptly and he stood with me, clearly waiting for me to do something. "That's all I wanted to say, you told me to say it to your face, I did. I'm done. I'm going home now." I turned, angry and hurt, and clinging to the anger like a lifeline so I wouldn't cry. I, stupidly, turned my back on the man that haunted my dreams and walked towards the door. A strong hand wrapped around my arm, so tight it pinched skin and I cried out as Arnold turned me to him, body so very close to mine. My pulse sped like it was trying to escape and he smiled, not removing his hand and leaned forward, placing his lips against the trapped thing. "Are you scared of me Elaine?" He whispered, lips brushing my ear as his hand slid up my arm to the back of my neck where he held on securely. "Should I be Arnold?" His grip tightened painfully and I sucked air through my teeth sharply. "Yes. You should." His hand snaked into my hair and yanked my head back painfully, and I found my eyes suddenly locked onto his as my hand reached up to try to stop his. He held me there, body bent at a very awkward angle, that one arm holding my entire frame up so I didn't fall to the floor. "You really thought I'd let you go didn't you? I own you Elaine. I own this entire damn town. I can ruin you. I can get you fired, I can get you evicted, I can get bill collectors all over your ass night and day until you can't sleep. And do you know where that will put you? Do you Elaine?" I didn't answer, staring into his eyes, face inches from mine, "Running into my arms like the willing little slave we both know you are." I dug my fingernails into his hand, hard and he hissed jerking his hand out from under my hair. I shoved my elbow into his gut, my heel coming down sharply on his foot. He stumbled back, only momentarily incapacitated but I took that moment and got to the door. "You lied Arnold. You said all I had to do was come here and say it to your face, you said you'd let me go." Tears were in my eyes and my voice but I refused to let him see them, I refused to break for him. He chuckled as he recovered his balance. "You believed me?" He asked, voice incredulous. I felt my face go blank as I reached behind me for the door, "No Arnold I really don't think I did." I remembered as suddenly as I had forgotten that we weren't the only ones in the room. James's hand snaked around my wrist, squeezing tight enough to make my bones groan as I gasped, spinning to look at him. He grinned, those beautiful green eyes alit with the pleasure of watching me squirm. I jerked on my wrist and his grip tightened, so close was he to breaking my bones. James was a body builder, born and bred, he had started working out from the time he was 16 until now. At 23 he was huge, bigger than Arnold in size, but not height. I think Arnold would win a fight though, while James had the muscle Arnold had the skill of fighting. I forced my arm to relax before my struggling broke my own wrist and he smiled, his thumb rubbing circles around the inside of my wrist, trying to make body relax. Arnold walked up behind me, hands snaking around my waist. "What's my name Elaine?" He whispered in my ear, thinking I would break already, "Arnold, don't you know?" I said sarcastically and his teeth sank into my neck, into the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder and I screamed as they easily broke my skin. Blood ran in little rivulets down my skin, going faster as my pulse sped up. He wrapped his hands around my arms, holding them tightly so I couldn't move. James still held my wrist and used it to pull himself closer to me. He ran his fingers down my face again, slowly to my neck, and then I felt the pain as his sharp nails cut into my skin. Arnold removed his teeth before he did any real damage and spun me around to face him. My fear was plain on my face and in my eyes and Arnold smiled, relishing it. He ran his hand through my long hair, burying it near the back of my neck. He didn't pull but the threat was obviously there if I didn't answer the question correctly. Elaine's Surrender " I'm not doing this anymore." I said, my voice stronger then even I thought it would be. He smiled sadly, "I heard you Elaine." I tried to move but his hand tightened, both in my hair and around my neck, "Ill call the police on you Arnold, I swear I will." He laughed then and James laughed with him, "I own the police Elaine. What do you think will happen?" I looked him in the eyes daringly and saw the anger flash across his face for an instant before it to was buried in that perfect mask. "I'll leave. I swear to god I will run so far you will never find me." His face got serious then, "Your serious, you'd do that just to get away from me...from yourself." He said, voice quiet. "Yes." I said, my voice sure. I thought I had him for a minute as his hand in my hair loosened and his eyes lowered from mine. I felt a glimmer of hope while the rest of my body cried out with disappointment. "You can find another slave. You found me." I knew it was a mistake as his eyes flashed up to mine with anger he didn't bother to hide. "Yes, I found you. I claimed you. I own you. It is my name carved into your skin. What will you do when you leave Elaine? Find another master? Replace me?" I frowned at his irrational anger and backed away. He let me, waving James away and I backed into the door. "No of course not I would never-" He cut me off with an angry wave of his hand. "You want ANOTHER master? Am I not good enough for you?" He was in front of me before I could blink and he wrapped his hand tightly in my hair, "Do I not hurt you good enough Elaine?" I shrieked as he nearly pulled my hair out shoving me to the ground harshly but not letting go of the spot he held in my hair. "Answer me Elaine!" He yelled and I could see that he really did care about me, he really thought that I would replace him. "No, no I don't want to replace you. You're the only....person I would ever let do this to me, want to do this to me. Please know that." He knelt in front of me, yanking my head back yet again. "I'm the only....what Elaine? Say it." I met his eyes, mine full of rebellion, his full of anger and he hissed shoving me fully to the ground and walking away. I started to get up when he spun around, "Stay down if you know what's good for you right now girl." He never called me girl unless he was really angry. "I just want to go home now, I did what you asked, without complaint didn't I? I came here even though I wanted out and told you to your face. Let me leave. Please." I added the please because rebellious or not I wasn't stupid enough to try to tell him what to do when he was like this. He looked down at me, his height making him literally tower over me and I fought not to tremble. "You were foolish slave, to think I would let you go. You came here because you knew I wouldn't. You never believed me for one second. You thought you'd come here, get one last look at me and try to run. Inside you know Elaine, you want me, you want this life. You know I'm not letting you go. Ever." I looked away from his icy gaze and stared at the marble floor. I was foolish, it was so stupid to come here expecting something I knew would never happen. Why did I come? Why? I couldn't even answer that. He saw the shame and defeat in my eyes and walked over to me, "What's my name Elaine?" He said, voice devoid of emotion, his control back in place. "I'm so stupid." I whispered to myself before looking up and saying, "Arnold." He kicked me swiftly in the ribs and I groaned as I slid across the floor. He followed me, his nice shoes coming into my eyesight, a moment before they met my stomach. I gasped in pain, the silk dress making it easy for him to keep sliding me. That was why he loved me in silk. So easy to move me around. He followed my body, watching me with dark eyes. I tried to get up twice and was rewarded with a sharp kick to my shin. I finally stopped moving, groaning in pain on the floor. He knelt, lifted my face in his hands and slapped me hard. My head jerked but he held my face tightly, his fingers bruising my chin and slapped me again, and again until tears finally fell from my eyes and blood showed at the corner of my mouth. He let me go and I dropped back down to the floor, holding my stomach through the dress. "Get up slave." He said, voice cold and I refused to move, my body refused to move, not just my pride. "I said get up Elaine. You know I can hurt you so much worse, don't make it go there." I stood slowly on shaky legs, and I was barely on my feet before he grabbed my bruised wrist and raised me up quickly, causing dots to appear in my vision. "What's my name?" he whispered and I stared at him incredulous, he was still on that? He didn't waver though, and neither did I. "Let me make this a little clearer . I'm. Done." I smiled sweetly, "Arnold." He was so angry I thought he would snap as he literally hurled me by my wrist into the wall. My head hit hard and I had to blink a lot to make the black recede from my vision. "Why do you do this to yourself Elaine?" He asked, walking towards me. I sighed in annoyance and brushed hair from my face, "I don't know." My voice held my honesty and his face softened a touch as he reached out, running smooth gentle fingers down my face. "I know. Because you like it. You like to be punished, you like what I do to you. You misbehave so I will have to punish you. I know why you do this. It is very sad that you can't cope with it as easily as I do." I looked up into his eyes, trying not to flinch as his unwavering gaze held mine, "Why do you do this Arnold? Why do you hurt me like you do?" He smiled a gentle smile as his hand wrapped around my throat. "Easy. Because I love it." His hand tightened to the point that my eyes were starting to bug out, and I was feeling very disconnected from the world when James finally spoke up, "Master. You wouldn't want to kill the little slave would you?" Arnold's hand loosened instantly and I didn't even try to stop myself as I promptly fell to the floor, panting. He looked down on me, his face a mixture of emotions. "Go to my room Elaine." He said, voice a growl. I shook my head, stopping when I felt dizzy, "I can't. I just can't." He knelt in front of me and smiled that gentle smile I was beginning to dislike. "Which part of your life would you like me to ruin first slave?" My eyes flashed up to his in anger, "That's blackmail." I said, voice shocked. He laughed, standing again. "Yea...I guess it is but sense you can't admit you want to stay here, it gives you an excuse to cling onto." He looked at me expectantly and I looked back, feeling myself weaken under his gaze. I babbled even though I knew I shouldn't have, "No, if you get me alone you'll just hurt me more." He laughed then, that deep laugh that scared me to my core, "What have I done that makes you believe I care where we are?" He gestured to his beautiful open foyer, " Do you think I give a shit where I beat you? Where I fuck you?" He knelt close to me again, "Where I make you scream?" My body shivered, "You have one last chance Elaine, get up and go to my room, or I will beat you until you bleed right here on the cold floor, in front of James and all the cameras set up in this room." I looked at him, at James's clearly anticipatory face, and at the little black lenses in the corners of the room. I staggered to my feet, letting him feel the heat of my anger as I stared at him, and slowly made my way to the stair case. My stomach was protesting loudly, my ribs screaming and my head throbbing as I slowly made my way up the big winding steps. He didn't follow me, and I made my way to his big suite, taking my precious time. When I got to his room I opened the door, closing it behind me and leaning against it heavily. I forced myself to take deep breaths and slowly straightened my body, forcing my stomach to stretch the abused muscles. I popped my neck, wincing when it hurt and massaged the back of my skull. Arnold's room was huge, as was to be expected, with a huge dark wood canopy bed in the center, covered with a black velvet comforters, and underneath, dark blue real satin sheets. I had been tied to those posts many times, they were very strong. He had a dresser near the bathroom, a huge walk in closet, a computer desk that held three monitors, a beautiful black bookshelf, and entertainment center that had made me green with envy the first time I saw the 52' plasma TV it held. There was a door, hidden, dark enough to blend in with the wall, located at the far left of his room. I loved and hated that door. Inside led to a huge room, meant to probably be a gym, that held all of his....toys. Slings, whips, a stripper pole, huge cases full of torture devices that my body just craved. I heard him coming up the stairs and made myself get off the door before he thought I was trying to keep him out. I moved back, leaning heavily into the corner nearest the door, leaning my head back against the dark painted walls. Arnold stalked through the door, letting his anger show now that we were alone. He had to appear so professional, even in front of James. Alone I knew him, I knew how little control he actually had, how easily angered he was, how much he held in. I had taken the beating many a time for the people he hated. Slamming the door shut, he looked around until he spotted me, huddling in the corner, and slowly walked towards me. He took off the suit jacket and white dress shirt, making sure that I saw the ripple and play of his muscles as he walked towards me. I loved muscles, I loved watching them move, I loved knowing the power and threat that was there, just under the surface, and he knew I did. Watching him lift weights turned me on more than it should turn on any person. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you Elaine?" His voice was a low purr that sent shivers down my spine as I watched him walk towards me like a deer frozen in head lights. I wanted to run, I wanted to stay, I hated him and I loved him, and most of all I just wanted him to touch me. I stayed quiet and he smiled that sadistic smile I had to come to love and reached out, running cool fingers down my face as his body crowded mine. He knew his size well and used it to his advantage, crowding me tightly into the corner, my hands trapped against his smooth chest. "I'm going to make sure the thought of freedom never crosses your mind again." He whispered, face close to my hair. I refused to go down without a fight, even though I knew how stupid it was and said quietly, but with heat, "You don't need me Arnold. You call me when you get bored, you never come to see me, you never wanted us to be anything more than casual, and that hurt. I am just a sometimes thing for you. I don't understand why it's so hard just to let me go." He stepped back, giving me room to breathe with a thoughtful look on his face. There was tense silence for a few minutes as I stood in the corner, trying to figure out what we were doing. He abruptly moved towards me and I jerked back on instinct. Not deterred, he kept coming, until the line of his body was touching mine again. "Your right." He said quietly and my eyes widened, "What?" I said before I could stop myself, letting the shock color my voice. Arnold laughed softly, "Your right. I never made us seem like anything that would last, or was even important to me. You mean a lot more to me than you think and that's my fault. I'm sorry for that." I was to stunned to speak and just stood there, staring at him blankly. He reached out, and where I expected pain he gave gentleness, hugging me close to his chest. I stayed frozen like a statue, having never been in this situation with him, and not really knowing how to react. Arnold moved back, "Your moving in." He said, his voice clearly saying no arguments were to be expected. "You can keep your job, ill pay for your tires, I can get you out of your lease early, and you are moving in. I want you in my life Elaine, I'm sorry I made you feel like you were less than you are." I was beyond surprised, my mind whirling around the possibilities before I shook my head, "No. Do you not remember I was trying to leave not 5 minutes ago? Now you want me to move in?" He waved my argument aside like it was an annoying fly, "You were never leaving Elaine, even if you had actually wanted to and tried, I wouldn't have let you." I was shaking my head, trying to figure out where this night when wrong when his hand caught me by surprise, running gently through my hair until he reached the back of my skull. "Now. There is still the issue of you trying to leave me, of you calling me by my name, of you disobeying me. You have to be dealt with Elaine, I can't let this go by unpunished." Fear flooded my body, but lust was right on its heels and I didn't respond, not looking at him, trying to be as quiet and small as I could. "You can't blend into the wall Elaine. Slaves don't tell their masters what to do. Slaves don't call their masters by their first name. Most of all," He leaned forward to my trembling neck, "Slaves never try to run." He pulled me out of the corner by my hair and pushed me until I hit the door on the other side of the room. He looked at me, waiting for me to beg him not to, to say anything and I just stared at the floor. I was caught and I knew that, but I still wasn't nearly as broken as he wanted me to be. "Have it your way love, your just making my night ever the more enjoyable." He said with a smile, opening the door and shoving me inside. Chapter 3 I didn't break in the sense that he wanted when I got in the room of Pain, as I called it, but I did start begging. "Arnold I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I won't try to run, ever." He smiled at me as I backed away, reaching out lightning fast to grab my sore wrist and yank my body against his. "Say my name....one more time slave." I realized I had said it without meaning to and my eyes widened at the look of unrestrained rage on his face. I was in serious trouble. "I'm sorry." I whispered, trying to keep the tears off my face. I've always had a war with my body, but the fight going on now was ridiculous. If my body could talk it'd be jumping up and down saying your gonna get it, It was so excited. My mind was scared, I had never seen Arnold really angry, I mean outside of work related angry, and even then he wasn't that bad. My body was trembling and my mind was terrified. I tried to pull out of his grasp as he backed me up towards the chains on the wall. Fur lined cuffs, that were stronger then they looked by far, were placed on the top and bottom of the wall, and my body always seemed to be the perfect size for them. Everything in this damn room seemed to be perfect for me, my likes, and my size. Arnold shoved me against the wall hard, his hand wrapping tight around my throat again when I tried to move. His ever present knife was on a shelf near us and he grabbed it, smiling at the fear in my eyes. "You know why I got you this dress slave?" He said, voice neutral and calm, totally in contrast to his body language. I couldn't talk but I knew he wasn't really looking for an answer, "Because the only thing holding it up, is two tiny little straps." Reaching forward he proved his point, sliding the blade under first one, then the other strap and cutting them easily. The blade nicked my skin once, and he leaned forward, licking the blood away. He raised an eyebrow at my under garments, a little blue lace thong and a matching almost see through bra. He wasn't used to me wearing anything under the things he bought me and he stood, appraising me for a minute. He hadn't seen me in underwear since the first time I came to him. After a minute a small, almost nonexistent smile curled his lips. "I like it." I was shocked, and I knew my face showed it. He laughed again, turning me to face the wall and reaching for the cuffs. He made sure to slide his hand along my arms before locking them in the cuffs, making me frown at the unusual kindness. He did the same thing with my legs and once I was secured and had started pulling at the chains, testing because I couldn't not, he pressed his body against mine. Arnold's cool chest cooled the fire on my skin as he leaned against me, something he had never done, and leaned his head on my shoulder. He didn't say anything, just savored the feel of my body against his. With a soft kiss I almost didn't feel on the side of my neck he moved away. I heard him moving around in the room, looking for the whip he wanted. I didn't know which one he picked but I heard him snapping the leather against the floor to loosen it up. He was expecting to hear me beg, I knew that, but I couldn't even seem to open my mouth I was so scared. There was no warning before the whip hit my skin, and Arnold never started gentle and worked up. The pain was intense and immediate and he didn't give me a second to adjust. The whip hit my skin over and over, each time feeling harder though I know it wasn't. I felt his anger with every hit, as they got faster and more frantic. Eventually he started yelling, as the beating went on longer than any before ever had. "Why, why, WHY Elaine!" I of course didn't answer and he just kept beating me, I felt it when the whip broke my skin, felt the blood that dripped down my back. Arnold didn't stop, even when I just slumped in the chains. "Please" I whimpered finally, and the whip stopped instantly. " What did you say?" Arnold asked, voice tightly controlled. "Please please stop." My back was bleeding more now, not enough to be alarmed, just trickles of blood. I knew there was at least 3 welts leaking blood, the rest were just very thick welts along my skin. My thighs, my back, my shoulders and my ass felt like I was on fire. He had whipped the front of my body plenty of times, but when he just wanted to vent, the tougher skin of my back and thighs was his preference. "Beg me slave." His voice said as he walked near me, "Please please stop I'm sorry I'm so sorry ill never leave, ever, I promise I'm sorry. Please stop." His hand was in my hair, pulling my head back, "What's my name?" He whispered, and I didn't hesitate, "Master." Master's face smoothed out, the anger vanishing momentarily as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. I didn't know how to react to that and my body was screaming in pain, so I just hung there, at his mercy. "Do you want me inside you slave?" He whispered in my ear and my eyes widened. I hadn't thought he would even give me that pleasure after what I had done. "Yes master so much." I whispered, the pride and rebellion I had successfully broken for this night. He stripped out of his dress pants and pressed his hips against my sore ass. "Where do you want me slave? Where does my little slut want to be fucked?" I shivered at his words, knowing where I wanted him and knowing he'd make me say it. "My ass master please, please." He laughed, his breath warm along my skin. "That's a good little whore." He purred and I had to hold back my smile at the praise, because as unconventional as it may be, that's what it was. I felt him reaching beside me, hopefully for lube although he had used my own wetness many time before instead. His other hand trailed between my open legs, running smooth fingertips over my pussy. "Oh so wet, you liked getting beaten didn't you slave?" I trembled in my chains, "Yes master." I whispered, whimpering as his fingers dipped inside, just barely, and I fought not to push back on his hand like I wanted. Elaine's Surrender "Your such a dirty slut. You want my cock slave? you want me to fuck that slutty ass of yours?" I bit my lip to keep the noises my body was making to myself, as I nodded, "Yes master please, please fuck my slutty ass." He laughed, pushing his fingers in my pussy hard and fast. I cried out in pleasure in surprise and wrapped my hands tight around the chains that the cuffs were attached to. He fingered me fast and deep, his big fingers making me feel deliciously full. I felt my orgasm coming but I knew better, through many painful lessons, than to let it come before he said I could. Master felt it to, pulling his hand away and running it over my ass, letting me feel my own wetness. I heard the pop on the cap of the lube and held myself perfectly still, waiting, wanting. His cool fingers spread lube over my asshole, not going inside. He never tried to loosen me up before he fucked my ass, he liked to hear me scream, he knew I loved the pain, and he loved the tightness. Without warning his cock pressed against my hole, waiting maybe a second before sinking inside. I screamed willingly as my body stretched painfully fast to take him, my fingernails digging into the wall the chains were attached to. He shuddered behind me, and I whimpered. He let me adjust for maybe a few seconds before pulling back out, shoving himself in fast. Before long he was fucking me like a animal, shoving in and out, going deep inside me with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yes oh god Master yes, please" I was begging without realizing it, but he liked it, fucking me if possible, harder. His right hand slid down my hip while he pumped into me, playing with my clit. I groaned, my eyes closing as that wonderful feeling of orgasm came back fast. His thrusts were becoming more frantic and he leaned up, growling in my ear, "Come slave. Now." He pinched my clit hard and the orgasm washed over me, one of the best I have had with him, as he thrust painfully deep and held himself there, his own pleasure coming with mine. We were both panting by the time he pulled out and he wasted no time in taking me down. Usually he sent me home at this point, sometimes playing with me more with dildos and those wonderful nipple clamps of his, but not often. I didn't know what was going to happen at this point, I just knew I needed to get some peroxide on the cuts on my back before they got infected. I hadn't felt it while he was fucking me but I felt it now as my sweat slid over the cuts. I hissed and he picked me up, moving his arm far enough up that it didn't touch my cuts. I frowned as he took me back to his bedroom and laid me face down on his huge bed. We never cuddled, or slept together, and I wasn't really sure what was going on but I knew not to move. Master came back from his bathroom a minute later, and I felt the bed dip under his weight, keeping my head turned away from him. I didn't know what was up but I didn't want to ruin it by trying to figure it out. I gasped in pain as a little cotton ball full of peroxide was pressed against my back. Master ran his fingers through my hair, trying to comfort me, and I relaxed a little more into his soft comforter. He had brought gauze and tape, and he covered the wounds after putting antibacterial cream on them. He spread my legs a little, and I winced at the pain in my ass, not complaining. A warm washcloth wiped away the evidence of his passion and mine, and he turned it over, running the clean side over the rest of the welts on my skin. This was a side I had never seen of this man, a side I kind of liked. After throwing the washcloth in the hamper in his bathroom he laid down beside me, his body tight with tension. I think he expected me to reject him, if that was even possible. Master had never been afraid of anything, let alone me, but he laid as far from me as possible, staring holes into my back. I took a deep breath, and turned my head towards him, taking a chance and staring into his beautiful eyes, no longer cold but warm and alive. He reached out, trailing his hand down my arm until he got to mine, wrapping his fingers tightly around my own. He smiled and I smiled back, scooting my body over despite the pain until I was pressed against the line of his. A sigh left his body and the tension seemed to leave with it as he moved closer, one of his legs tangling with mine as he pulled my arm, still holding his hand, around his waist. I snuggled my head into his chest and his arm laid possessively around my shoulders, my head almost under his chin. "I'm sorry I made you seem like less than you are." He whispered after a while, and I moved my head to look at him, "I'm sorry I tried to run away from you because I was scared of myself." His hand ran through my hair softly as his arm tightened around my shoulders. "I forgive you," we both said and I smiled against his skin. My life isn't perfect, not even close, but with Arnold's arm wrapped around me, his smooth skin against mine, I had feeling it was going to get a lot better.